"So, the enemy had voluntarily abandoned the trench defense line and chosen to retreat into Starfall Town?"
Inside an inconspicuous logistics truck behind the Allied Forces' lines, Frank listened to the latest battle report coming through the communication device, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes.
He had indeed anticipated that John might abandon the trenches and retreat, turning this encirclement battle into street fighting.
But by his calculations, the other side should not have given up the front line so easily. They were more likely to have stationed suicide squads or other special units in the trenches, using some unexpected method of combat to wear down his forces.
After all, although the other side had used one strange tactic after another to wipe out more than half of the Seventh Legion's troops in their earlier clashes—
The Empire had also suffered heavy casualties as a result. The overall gap in troop numbers between the two sides had not narrowed by much.
Moreover, the casualties among the heavy artillery division he relied on most were negligible.
Therefore, in Frank's view, if John Maslow still intended to fight him, that little fox would certainly find every possible way to restrain and exhaust the power of his heavy artillery division.
Rather than surrendering the front line so easily and choosing to retreat.
So, was this a trap?
Frank narrowed his eyes slightly. As if he had thought of something, he immediately asked his subordinate through the communication device in a deep voice,
"Fako, has the reconnaissance department found the enemy heavy artillery unit's location?"
"Reporting to the General, not yet."
Apparently not expecting Frank to ask that question, Fako, who was in charge of commanding the front line, froze for a moment. Then, seeming to understand his superior's concern, he hurriedly